The Mind of a Queen

Memories

I started killing my heroes

Each by each, little by little.

As if there was no flame to burn

And no other lesson to learn.

I always give my very best,

Since the next try might be the last.

I chose to get me lost around

Like I didn’t know I’d be found.

See, I am a contradiction

I’ve made up my world of fiction,

And it’s out of my hand to make

Any sense, asleep or awake.

Memories, not just memories,

But ghosts that whisper in my ears

Things that my heart insists to show,

Things that I don’t even want to know.